My father went
on a mission after three of us kids were born.
It wasn’t unusual in those days.
If you read early records of the church, missionaries frequently left
their families to preach the gospel. We
lived on a farm so we had plenty of milk, chicken, eggs and meat, but we lived
on a dry farm. That means we had to depend on rain to water the crops, and in
years past we crops weren’t too successful.
The Seventies in the ward took care of us and when it came time to plant
and harvest the crops, we had more than enough to support our family and my
father on his mission.
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